Where The Willow Sways

The first paragraph or so of a book I'm writing, I will post the book if I ever finish it...

Where the soft green grass blows gently in the wind, where the tall willow tree creaks and sways, where the breeze is warm and sweet and flowers speckle the fields, giving off the perfume of life.
Everything is life there. The trickling water flows cheerfully along and the birds fly and the sky smiles.
Yet everything is somehow muted there, the sounds are faint, as if coming from another world, and the plants are faded in colour like a watercolour painting.
Everything is real there, you can touch and feel and breath in its simple beauty, yet you feel that it is just too perfect, too wonderful, every flower in bloom, every bird chirping unanimously, it simply feels that it's all just a wonderful dream. A dream you never want to end, but you know, deep inside, that one day, it will.